With the clearing of smoke and dust I came upon to him like an angel to a flame. We stood there momentarily, staring into one another's eyes as Cogsworth, Lumiere and Mrs. Potts skittered around in a frenzy over their transformation; they clothing looked similar to their colours as objects and they kept their flair. Lumiere who was now ever so slightly taller than me stood next to the stout, lump of a man that was Cogsworth, who giggled furiously at Lumiere's excited commentary of the event. Adjacent to them stood Mrs. Potts who smiled adoringly at the boys who soon included little chip into their conversation. I was too busy observing them all to notice The Beast's fixation on me; eyes wide with delight and adoration. My heart began to fluttery quickly as my eyes caught the gaze of his. A smile shaped his face moments later, filling my chest with a warmth I have never experienced before – I was happy to have him home, with me.

Lumiere cleared his throat abruptly,

"Master, it is rude for a Lady to not know your name" The Beast's expression turned blank as if all the words have left his brain.

"Ah, yes, er, my name is Adam. Prince Adam" His arm rose above his head to scratch his now long, honey-gold hair which fell to his shoulders in light, loose curls.

"Now that is funny, I've never heard of a Prince Adam" I replied sarcastically, teasing him.

He replied nervously, "The enchantment must have made everyone forget me -"

"Of course they would! That darn enchantress wanted The Master to never find happiness! – "Cogsworth said reassuringly.

"Yes, she must've but it doesn't matter now!" Lumiere bellowed loudly in happiness. "After all, we're human again!"

Cogsworth's expression turned flustered, his cheeks red and his movements scattered turned to Lumiere and Mrs. Potters and spoke with haste.

"We must get everyone together – all of the staff. We have to sort this castle out immediately! Think of the guests who will be arriving soon! We must have every tidied up and read for the days ahead!"

"We won't have anyone coming for a few days dear…" Mrs. Potts said comfortingly.

"Cogsworth is right! Everyone must be getting prepared! And quickly" He pestered Mrs. Potts with a slightly nudge to her shoulder to move away from Adam and I. The hint was hardly subtle to me, but to Adam, who was still staring at me like a love sick puppy, it was completely un registered. The trio, along with little pip behind them, left the balcony in a cheerful air that was a joy to behold. Meanwhile, Adam and I stood in an awkward atmosphere, unable to break the silence.

Eventually, his gaze left mine, following a different path around the exterior of his castle. He scanned everything with those large, royal blue eyes. I stood still, following his movements with my own.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

His head turned to me quickly, with a slightly confused smile he returned with an answer,

"Yes, my alright. Are you alright?" he replied quickly, making his way towards me in a confident manner which seemed much larger than when he was a beast. His hand reached out to me, brushing my jaw softly, his stare following the path that he had left with his slender fingers. They trailed up to the top of my ear, pushing my hair behind it to show my face to him.

"I remember when we first met. I stood in the light and you stood back in fear. I don't even want that again. Not ever" He continued to adjust the hair around me face, in attempt to not make eye contact but still keep close to me. Taking hold of his hand I brought it to my lips to kiss it softly. I didn't want him to think that way; not anymore.

"I was afraid because I didn't know what you were" I placed his palm flat to mine between us.

"But I know what you are now; you're mine. You're my Adam." I smiled lovingly up to him, with soft eyes and tears building up within them. Everything was so overwhelming and I hadn't let anyone in since the day of our meeting. I had always kept it locked up inside myself, only releasing it while reading. I was tired. So very tired of it.

I nestled my face into his neck, along with my hands and arms. The embrace of his arms cocooned me, they were warm and soft, and comforting. He was taller and stronger than me and therefor covered me entirely, yet I felt safe and secure in his embrace – I felt as if nothing could touch me. He would protect me no matter what. Even though he had lost much of height and most of his strength I could still feel it within him, that was something I knew he'd never lose. As our embrace ended I stood close to him, with my hands placed on his chest.

"I should tend to my Father – I'm sure he's worried about me"

"Yes, I'm sure he is. You can go. You're no longer my prisoner"

"No, but I'm still yours" I gleamed brightly, whisking myself away from the balcony, through the west wing and down into the main hall, passing corridors filled with the laughter and merriment of those servants that had been returned to their human form. This was all because of me and it was hard to believe. That something so momentous could've been caused by me. Yes, I'd hoped for something amazing to happen to me, but I'd never dreamed of this. As I finally reached the entrance hall of the castle I found the remnants of the battle that had taken place; a large clutter of random items that were never servants but had been brought to life by the curse and a few servants tidying up the mess that they had left behind. As I stood at the top of the stair well they looked to me with a sense of praise. In unison they bowed to me with a rain of applause to follow. Through the large round of applause, I found my Father's face in the crowd. His eyes were full of pride. His arms opened to me as I ran down the large staircase into his arms. We laughed together for a moment before the applause ended.

"Are you okay Father? This is a lot to comprehend, I know. I should've come to you sooner-"I apologised, trying to push my words from my mouth as clearly and as quickly as possible.

"No, Belle. You've done all you could. I'm proud of you. Think of it. My Belle, with a Prince – a Prince we'd all forgotten about"

"Yes, it is a little… bizarre, but we shouldn't ahead of ourselves Father"

"You love him don't you?"

"Yes, I do"

"Then follow your heart my girl"

I'd never seen my father so stubborn before and it was good to see. He'd lost his stubbornness over the last few years – mostly due to that horrible, mediocre town we had lived in for so long. It was lovely to see his ambition and intuitiveness back in him.

I gave my father one final hug before I left him to converse with the servants of whom were very keep to serve the father of their Master's love. All of this was much for me to comprehend so I began my route to the one place where I knew I'd feel secure – the library. I hoped it would have been left alone in the brief attack on the palace. The Library itself has been untouched, there were a few books that had been knocked off their shelves and there was slight water damage on the shelves nearest to the open windows, but over all there was little damage taken to the library itself. I was alone here. Here I could recollect my thoughts and my feelings before facing Adam again. In the last hour I'd see a man die (even though that man was entirely repulsive), I'd seen a beast be turned into a Prince, and I'd received my first kiss. I'd like to say that I'd enjoyed it all but the most prominent emotions that swirled within my brain were fear, anxiety, and love; for the fear was from the visions of the death that I had just witnessed, the anxiety was for what was to come, and the unrivalled love was for Adam. The more I thought about the kiss I'd just received the more my chest clenched and my thoughts stirred. I sat on a large, emerald green chair next to the classical book section of the library, near the large window that lead out to the castle gardens. I adjusted the chair so I could see out of the room without other's being able to look in. I did not want to be seen. I wanted to be alone for now, at least. Looking up to the clear sky I grabbed the clip of my coat and untied it, placing the cloak into my lap; gripping it tightly. My fingers brushed my lips softly, where Adam's lips had touched mine. Every time I thought of it my heart clenched more. I couldn't think of not kissing him again – the idea made me feel sick. But I couldn't just go and confess my love to him once more – there was more to it this time, for his was the heir of France.

What was going to happen now? I had already told him that he was mine, and therefore I was his but I wasn't sure as to what was going to happen next. I didn't know what I wanted. I just knew that the idea of losing him now pierced my heart like a sword. Yet, I wasn't ready for all that came with him. My memories of a Prince had returned. The last we knew of a Prince was that he was stubborn, malicious little boy with little regard for anyone else. That and that he was to inherit France. And if so, where would that leave me?